I’m a Perennial!
I suppose technically I’m a ‘Baby Boomer’. According to Wikipedia, “demographers and researchers typically use starting birth years ranging from the early-to-mid 1940s and ending birth years ranging from 1960 to 1964. Being a 1958 baby, that puts me right in this range.
I’m definitely not a millennial, although both of my boys fall in this demographic segment.
Per Wikipedia, “Millennials (also known as Generation Y) are the generational demographic cohort following Generation X. There are no precise dates for when this cohort starts or ends; demographers and researchers typically use the early 1980s as starting birth years and the mid-1990s to early 2000s as ending birth years. Millennials are sometimes referred to as “echo boomers” due to a major surge in birth rates in the 1980s and 1990s, and because millennials are often the children of the baby boomers.
As much as I’ve heard about Baby Boomers, I’ve never identified as one. Maybe I just don’t like having a label slapped on me.
But today I read a post on Sizzling Towards Sixty and Beyond that resonated with me. I thought, that’s a label I’d proudly wear. It was a guest post, written by Leanne Le Cras from Cresting the Hill. On it, Leanne writes:
The term “Midlife Perennials” originated from a US internet entrepreneur Gina Pell, who defines the term in the following way:
‘Perennials are ever-blooming, relevant people of all ages who know what’s happening in the world, stay current with technology and have friends of all ages. We get involved, stay curious, mentor others, and are passionate, compassionate, creative, confident, collaborative, global-minded risk takers.’
She also says:
“It’s a mind-set about being relevant, staying curious, reinvention, looking outside your own boundaries, and living life fully sans generational boundaries.
I’ll accept this label. I’m a Perennial and I’m proud of it. I will shout it from the roof tops. I dig deeper to embrace life and every moment in it, including the soon to arrive age of 60 that I’m working on embracing (albeit I’ll have to admit this is taking a little more effort). The definition of a Perennial fills my soul with peace. Yes, that’s me. And what’s even better, is that the definition of a Perennial doesn’t depend on what year you were born. This can apply to someone that’s 20, or even 80. Here, the year of our birth doesn’t put us into any specific demographic slot. It’s what is within our hearts, our desires, and our intentions in life that determines whether we’re a Perennial or not.
Embrace life, my friends, with whatever labels you want to accept, not accept, or wear proudly.